Uncle Russ, never made much a fuss,
he was just kinda sorta rambunctious.
The whole whetsell bunch, when in a crunch
bent the rules without much compunction.
The cops, unamused, and very short-fused,
in Detroit they did ruff up my dad.
But that’s not so bad, when Russ they did grab
in Chicago and pounded him dead.
Now, none of this mess, you ever would guess,
had to do with those two I detailed.
But was my uncle Melf, a felon himself
so illusive, he never was jailed.
Snappy dressers, but never confessors,
dad and Russ remained so tight-lipped
Melf split so fast, the cops were aghast.
that they never knew when he skipped.
FBI with binocs, surrounded the block
at granny’s memorial service,
hoping that Melf, might show up himself
to pay some respects, although nervous.
Melf vaporized, the cops realized,
and they stopped accosting the clan.
Too late for Russ, since all of this fuss
cost him literally all that he had.
The seed implants in my head
Leabing the wound of a school marked by the hand
Once again it's caused misjudgment of me
Conservation is lost
So hold on...the ride is far too rough
Scream so they hear you again
Beneath the gorund the midnight lovers though
They thought they were alone
Once again my friends are banned
Hanging from trees with bark of a barbed wire frnce
Nylon burns so deep and the noose is too tight
My breath is taken from me
So hold on...the fall is far too long
Giving too much time to scream
Beneath the ground the midnight lovers though
They thought they were alone
But we were wrong!
We're watched from the distance
We're heard with satelites
Binocs and tripods kept us hiding
But we've found sanctuary